The Caitlyn Chronicles #2

The Caitlyn Chronicles Part 2

The drive home from the dance competition was going to be around 2 hours. Some of the other parents and kids stopped for pizza on the way and we met them. After chatting and laughing about the competition and talking about how the holidays were going, we all left for our respective homes.

About 45 minutes from home I notice Caitlyn texting like crazy and I thought I heard swearing under her breath. I asked if everything was ok. She appeared upset about something and turned away from me towards her window. She finally responds and says “No, everything stinks. I don’t want to talk about it right now.” I simply said “ok” and dropped it. About 30 minutes later she’s obviously crying. I take my hand and stroke her hair gently, just to let her know I am there for her. After a few seconds she turns back forward and yells “TREVOR BROKE UP WITH ME!” And tears well up in her eyes again.

“What?…Why?” I asked. She responded “He did it on text and said he wants to date other people.”

“Why now? That’s a terrible way to tell someone,” I stated flatly.

“I know right?… “I was texting with Brittany and she said she heard Trevor wants to start seeing Natalie,” Caitlyn said through light sobs.

I tried to tread softly and ask, “Natalie…your friend from cheer?”

She responded angrily, “Yeah…and not my friend anymore. She mentioned yesterday she was going to the party at his house New Years Eve too. A bunch of us are going so I thought it was normal.”

Receiving another text Caitlyn looks at her phone and blurts out “Oh My GOD! Apparently Trevor and her have been seen making out a few days ago.”

I feel horrible for her and only can manage to say “I am so sorry sweetheart….and right before New Years. You don’t deserve him.”

Caitlyn, still sobbing “Dad, I am so embarrassed. How can I show my face at school next week?”

Trying to be reassuring the best I can – “Oh honey, it’ll be ok. These things happen to everyone. You are not the first one to break up with someone.”

He turns to me with fire in her eyes, “Daaad…He broke up with me! And now I can’t go to the party…obviously!!! Can we just stay home tomorrow night? We’ll do our own party. I don’t want to be around anyone. Please?”

Of course I agreed and we quickly discussed our plans for a quiet time at home. The rest of the ride was fairly quiet.

We arrived home a short time later. We are both exhausted. Caitlyn is still teary-eyed. I embraced my daughter in the most fatherly and honest way I knew how and kissed the top of her head. We both headed to bed. I genuinely felt horrible for her.

The next morning I got up and made us some eggs for breakfast. Caitlyn comes down. Her eyes are red. She is wearing a t-shirt and tight boy shorts that show off her tush and legs. And you can see how firm her tits are with no bra. I try to distract myself with talk about tonight’s festivities before my mind wanders any further.

We discuss what food I should buy at the store. I focus on what she would like to try to help ease her pain.

A couple hours later I came home with a spread. I picked up a couple bottles of champagne. I figured what the heck. We are home and not driving anywhere, and her mother isn’t around to be a downer on the festivities.

My daughter came in and started looking through the bags at all the stuff.

“Oh wow! Look at all this stuff dad.” I responded “Yeah, I figured it’ll last us a couple days too until your mother gets home”

Caitlyn then asked “Are we getting dressed up tonight?” I hadn’t thought about it, but agreed if she would like that.

As the afternoon progressed I started thinking about all the things that went on over the past days and how I was able to pull it together as a dad to comfort my girl and be there for her. I felt a little more at ease with the situation knowing that in some ways things seemed more normal.

Around 7:00 I started preparing the food. I placed the cheeses out with crackers. Put the olives in a small bowl, and laid out some dried salamis and other bites out on trays in the living room on the coffee table.

I opened the champagne and put the bottle in an ice bucket. Laid out a couple of glasses.

I heard the water stop running upstairs and figured Caitlyn was done in the shower so I would go grab a quick shower and change.

30 minutes later I am putting on my dark gray suit I rarely wear, but still fits well. I finished getting ready and walked down the hall to Caitlyn’s room and knocked on the door. I heard her say “coming!”

When she opened the door the sight that greeted me was not what I expected. Sure all the girls wear little tight dresses with clunky shoes, and in the past I guess Caitlyn has never been the exception. But what appeared before me looked like a grown woman. She was wearing a sequin sleeveless top in a shimmery black and gold motif. On the bottom she had on a very short matching skirt. And black high heels to finish the look. She had been shopping in my wife’s closet apparently. Although she looked way better in this outfit than my wife ever had. All I could say was “WOW!” and I let my jaw drop open.

She laughed and said “I’ll take that as a compliment. You look pretty good yourself.”

I then had a moment of terror when I realized I had thrown her soiled panties I pleasured myself with a few days earlier into the closet. What if Caitlyn saw them? She didn’t mention it so I assume she didn’t see them. I made a mental note to wash them and sneak them back into her clean laundry the next day.

We went downstairs to the living room and I poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to her. We clinked glasses and took a sip.

Caitlyn commented ”Mmmmm, I like this.” I let her know that tonight she will be treated as an adult. But also stated “this stays here. We do not tell anyone…especially your mom…that I let you drink. Got it?” Caitlyn promised that she would keep the secret

We sit down and enjoy some food and our glasses of champagne.